“Good-bye,” she said.
He kissed her rings.
“It is ‘au revoir,’” he replied, in an almost inaudible tone.
She wondered which was true, the indifferent look or the inaudible tone.
He took up his hat.
“Pensez à moi quelquefois,” he said cheerfully, and departed.
When Molly was made acquainted with this piece of news her comment was simplicity itself.
“How queer!” she said, folding a lace fichu into a tulle hat, for she was packing fast and furiously.
“Of course I shall not go now; I shall stay here until Thursday and buy silk stockings.”
“Very commendable in you.”